Post: #26

I love the way the board responds to stuff like this. It's just plain hilarious. They are some of the best comments on the board, period.

Shame on you guys for not liking the Connie Stevens post, though. She was a dream in her prime.

(02-03-2018 09:29 AM)Days of Broken Arrows Wrote:  Only 13 reasons? Back in the '60s, Connie Stevens had "16 Reasons" and she looked a lot better than a sex doll.

Post: #27

Do these...dolls come with adjustable volumes for moaning sounds..?

Post: #28

@questor - I remember that episode fondly but I can't change my avatar for 2 reasons:

1. The thing felt so "different" it was novel stimulus, something completely new to my brain, so while I can last long with a girl and last long with my hand, I couldn't last long at all even if I did a stop and start or something. So I didn't produce anywhere near the "ghost ectoplasm" Randy Marsh produced.

2. Because you ejaculate inside the thing, there is no mess, let alone to the degree Randy managed.

30 bucks for some of the strangest and sharpest feelings upon ejaculation I've ever had - beating the vaginas of real women I've done raw - is absolutely worth it. Guys pay a lot more than that for a whore, even if they are allowed to go raw it's just another vagina, and probably a loose one at that.

As for clean up, I don't know what material it was made out of, but it was designed to be easy to clean; warm water and antibacterial liquid would take 5 mins.

Of course this is no substitute for chasing real girls, think about it as a new theme park ride for your dick. One of the best $30 I ever spent in terms of pleasure. One time I am banging a real girl and I literally can feel nothing except slight warmth above room temperature and water. Like throwing my dick down a slightly warm hallway full of water. This non-brand name fleshlight thing kicked that real girl's ass. Of course I would prefer the experience of the real girl, but as far as actual sensation on the penis, and sensation upon ejaculation, there is no competition. The only ones I prefer was a very tight filipina and a very tight yoga instructor. Even then with the toy the orgasm quality is "different". One time I came and it was like I was having a seizure.

Post: #29

There was a movie with Charles Bronson in the early 80s that used to be in heavy rotation on cable called 10 to Midnight. It featured a slasher who was a pretty-boy but for whatever inexplicable reason, incel. I remember one scene where Bronson searched his room or something and found a fleshlight sort of device and waved it in front of his face as if to prove his motivation.


Charles Bronson, a Man's Man who married piece-of-ass Jill Ireland, belittling the "creep" for using a fleshlight.

There are clips of this movie all over Youtube because it features the guy running around nude, especially the ending.

Ever since that viewing experience as an impressionable teenager I've associated those sorts of devices as the slimiest and creepiest depths of desperation in which to descend. One level shy of fucking a sheep, basically. Maybe a high tech android one day I could get behind, maybe, but not one of those things. So to have you sort of casually endorse the thing and grace us with such a detailed description of you shooting your load into it, well, it creeps me out.

Post: #30

(02-07-2018 05:31 PM)questor70 Wrote:  There was a movie with Charles Bronson in the early 80s that used to be in heavy rotation on cable called 10 to Midnight. It featured a slasher who was a pretty-boy but for whatever inexplicable reason, incel. I remember one scene where Bronson searched his room or something and found a fleshlight sort of device and waved it in front of his face as if to prove his motivation.

Ever since that viewing experience as an impressionable teenager I've associated those sorts of devices as the slimiest and creepiest depths of desperation in which to descend. One level shy of fucking a sheep, basically.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Non_sequitur_(logic)

Post: #31

I could never settle for a sex doll... even one that spoke. There's no substitute for pretending to listen to the real thing